"Keep your love. Did I ever ask for it?"
Paul's voice rang out. His face was a taut sculpture, chiselet out of stone - as she felt certain his heart was.
Paul's voice rang out. His face was a taut sculpture, chiselet out of stone - as she felt certain his heart was.
From the back: "What was meant to be has no meaning now" Domini insisted desparately. "And if you think I can live in a dreamworld and pretend Paul doesn't exsist, then you're very much mistaken, Barry. He's a Greek and he's very possesive, and nothing can alter the fact that I married him." Even as she said the word Domini was conscious of a strange new feeling. Once she would have welcomed Barry back into her life, but not now. Was it possible she'd fallen in love with a man she didn't like?
